is she a mystery?
is she a symbol?
is she in trouble?
Read/view my poem “Laura Dern’s Long, Long Neck” in Issue 5: Horror of In the Mood Magazine
is she a mystery?
is she a symbol?
is she in trouble?
Read/view my poem “Laura Dern’s Long, Long Neck” in Issue 5: Horror of In the Mood Magazine
Impossible to rate this accurately when so much of what I’m responding to is extratextual. Relatedly—and equally impossibly—I took a shit in the shape of a heart minutes after the credits rolled. And what fuckin else is there to say?
“It never goes to black for the disobedient, for the imperilled, for the songbird whose naïveté permits her eggs to burn. The heart of the tree is soft with pulp and warm like blood (there is no black frame).”
Read my film diary in Issue 7: Comics & Cartoons of In the Mood Magazine